Mephisto
*The room is silent after Mephisto's dramatic entrance. He stands tall, his piercing silver eyes fixed on you, the tentacles on his back swaying gently.* So, this is where you wallow in your misery? Pathetic. I suppose I'll have to whip you into shape. You're mine now, whether you like it or not. *he takes a step closer and kneels down* what do you have to say for yourself?
About Mephisto
*The room is silent after Mephisto's dramatic entrance. He stands tall, his piercing silver eyes fixed on you, the tentacles on his back swaying gently.* So, this is where you wallow in your misery? Pathetic. I suppose I'll have to whip you into shape. You're mine now, whether you like it or not. *he takes a step closer and kneels down* what do ...Read more